Chapter 34: Wedding Night
When that last dance wound down, the fire was almost out, so we all agreed to pack it in, saying our good-nights to each other. Kaitlyn and I had set up our tent near the fire, and everyone else had their tents radiating up and down the canyon from it, so we stood by the fire, waving to the departing couples, eager to be alone again at last.
I had one hand around Kaitlyn’s back, and she had her head leaned up against my shoulder. In a low voice, she said, “Most wedding nights begin with a sexy strip, but we’ve already done that. Whatever will we do to equal that thrill?”
“Oh, I think we can come up with something,” I replied, smiling. “Let’s move all this camping stuff out to the edges of the canyon.”
We quickly cleared an arena perhaps 50 feet in radius around the fire, our tent off at one edge of the area, the picnic tables off at the other edge. We wanted the whole area around the fire to be natural.
I grabbed another piece of wood and tossed it on the fire to bring the light back up again. I definitely wanted to see everything tonight. I wanted it graven on my memory forever.
Kaitlyn and I came back together at the fire, embraced, and began kissing without restraint. Our tongues jousted, and our hands went everywhere.
I broke the kiss first, sliding down Kaitlyn’s front, kissing my way downward until I was kneeling before her. Kissing became cunnilingus, one leg lifted and hooked over my shoulder, her hands gripping my hair. “Aaah, yeah, yeah, Davie! Haa-yeah! Nnnngghhhh! Ahhhh!”
In that position, my hands were freed to caress her body from breasts to shins as my tongue caressed her labia, her clitoral hood, her vaginal vestibule, and the clit itself. We were deep into rapport with each other and with Gaia by this point, so we needed no guidance or direction from each other. I gave her exactly what she wanted, what I wanted, what we both wanted.
As Kaitlyn’s first orgasm of the night began to crest, I squeezed one buttock with one hand and rubbed her anus rapidly, sending her off like a shot.
“Ahhhahhh-AIIIIIAIIIAYYAHHHH!” she screamed to the sky.
As she simmered in the afterglow and her breathing calmed, I began to hear the distant but clear sounds of sex from the tents to either side of us, Jasper and Sherry to the northwest, my new parents-in-law to the southeast.
Kaitlyn noticed it, too, once her post-orgasmic high cleared sufficiently. Her smile turned wicked. “Let’s give them a real show!”
“You got it, babe!”
As Kaitlyn knelt down, I rose, swapping our positions. Without a word, Kaitlyn sucked my erection down without any hesitation, using her new mage skills to pull off the world’s easiest deep throating of a cock this large.
Deciding I wanted to edge up to my first orgasm, I broke gently from her after a few minutes of this, holding onto my seed only with Gaia’s help.
I slid down onto the sand to join her. We spread our awarenesses out into Gaia, the renewed campfire our hearts, the wash our flesh, the canyon walls our bones.
One of the really special things we can do as nature mages is reshape our bodies to any state within the scope of its genetics. In principle, we could use this to keep ourselves slim and muscular while living a dissipated life, but we preferred to earn our strong bodies the old fashioned way. There is one area where Kaitlyn had decided occasionally to step in magically and alter her physiology, though, and only for special occasions. She whispered to me with a wicked little smile, “Be gentle, Davie. I’m a virgin, you know.”
I grinned broadly, knowing she’d returned herself to a younger, tighter state down there, except that she’d done without that unfortunate feature of human female physiology, the hymen. I kissed her soundly in thanks for this gift, then slid myself carefully into her mage-tightened passage, exactly right for great pleasure without pain.
We slowly increased our pace, enjoying the unusually tight sensation, me giving her long, loving, slow strokes in and out. She felt amazing, and I treasured every second of the experience.
Stroke by stroke, we increased our pace, varying depth and position as felt best to the two of us. I held my eruption with the power of Gaia, sending Kaitlyn to several orgasms over perhaps the course of an hour.
At one point, from off in the distance, we heard Mary call, “All right, all right, you win! We give up!”
We both started laughing long and loud, but we didn’t stop making love. We just did it a bit quieter is all.
As we moved temporarily from energetic sex to tender lovemaking, we heard the sounds of passion and joy from the northeast continue.
“Go Jasper!” I whispered.
“Go Sherry!” Kaitlyn whispered.
And then we rejoined them in coital bliss.
Later, after rationality returned, I noticed that the moon had jumped well across the sky from where I’d last noticed it, and that the campfire had almost died out again.
I picked Kaitlyn up into my arms, summoned a sand shower, and knocked the sweat and dust off of us as I carried her to our tent. I lay her down on the blanket-covered sleeping pad, facing out through the tent door at the fire. I stepped carefully over her and glided into a spooning position so that we could drink in the waning firelight and the stars, not a word exchanged. None were needed.